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Escape to Love	By : saffron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title : Escape to Love

Author : Saffron

Rating : PG-13 will become NC-17

Summary : Hermione visits Draco Malfoy in prison. This meeting will change everything she knew about him and change their lives forever.

Warning for Canon minions this story does NOT follow canon.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling Owns Everything I Own Nothing.

Chapter Two - Prison Break

Lying in his cell with a thousand thoughts clouding his mind It is midnight, the moon full shining through his tiny cell window. With nothing to do but lie down and think. Draco should be scared in a few hours the guards will come for him and the Ministry will render their punishment.

However, he was not scared, not at all. Because she believed him. He could not believe it she believed him.

Touching his cheek where she had kissed him. For the first time in a long while, since coming to this place. A smile graced Draco's face.

Someone after eight years in this hell that is Azkaban believed him. He could not believe it was she, out of all the people in this world she believed in him.

He was finally at peace in his mind. If he were to be kissed, at least someone knew the truth and believed he was innocent. When his Mum would come today for their final visit, he was going to ask her to take care of her. It is the least he could do for her. In his own way to say thank you.

However, his smiled turned when he heard a sound that sounded like wings.

"What the hell?” Draco mumbled with confusion.

He climbed on his cot to see out the tiny cell window and looked in shock. He blinked not sure, if he were hallucinating. There outside his window was a giant chicken. He looked confused he knew that chicken it was a hyppogifty or something like that. He knew that chicken it was one of that Professor Haddy's animals.

"Buttcrack?" he whispered he shook his head.

“Buckwheat?” he said trying to remember the name of the chicken.

However, his musing was cut off when he heard someone scream.

"Bombarda!"

Draco's eyes became big knowing that spell.

"Bloody Fuck!" he screamed jumping out of the way just in time.

A huge explosion shook his cell. He coughed fanning the dust that blurred his vision. His eyes wide when he stood, there was a huge hole in the wall.

The screams of alarms filled the air. The once deadly quiet prison came to life. Spotlights flashing, the noises of the alarms were so loud Draco covered his ears. Screams rang out through out the prison.

He stood looking out the hole in the wall of his cell in awe.

The wind in his long tangled blond hair, looking into the distance he saw Buttcrack and a hooded person riding him.

‘Who is that?’ he thought with curiosity.

When the bird came down to him, he jumped. He remembered the last time he was near the bird; he nearly tore his arm off.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

Buttcrack nudged at him wanting him to pet him.

Draco smiled petting the creature‘s head.

He looked up seeing the hooded figure the hood fell.

To his shock, there on the chicken was Hermione.

"Get on,” she said with an urgent tone.

He smiled, asking her, "What are you doing?"

Before she could say anything, they both gasped in horror as they heard running and screaming.

“Prisoner 599 is escaping!”

Draco looked in panic at Hermione. They had to get out of there.

"Come on hurry no time to explain," Hermione nearly yelled.

Draco jumped on the bird clutching Hermione’s waist as they swooped into the air.

"Hang on tight come on Buckbeak let's go," Hermione barked at the Hippogriff.

The bird flew fast soaring through the sky.

The icy air nipped at Hermione’s nose while she barked orders at Buckbeak.

Draco whispered leaning into her, "Why did you do this?"

"I wasn't going to let you get the kiss knowing you didn't do it, we have to find out who could have done this," she said. "Why you were framed?”

He nodded "Thank you Granger," he said.

She nodded.

Draco looked at the prison. It was complete chaos. The lights were flashing into the night sky. It cut in and out of the clouds trying to seek them out. The sirens were deafening.

Hermione looked in horror at the Dementors rushing their way.

“Hang on!” Hermione screamed.

Draco held her waist as if it was a lifeline. Buckbeak rushed past the Dementor missing it by a few inches. Buckbeak weaved in and out, as Dementors tried to capture them.

"Take your shirt off," Hermione told him.

"What?" Draco yelled.

The sirens were getting louder. He could barely hear her.

Hermione yelled, “Take off your shirt!”

Draco’s eyes came wide “What? Why?”

“Take it off trust me!”

He nodded he did trust her he quickly took off his tattered prison shirt.

His flesh formed goose pimples as the icy air hit his skin.

“Throw it!” she screamed the order.

Draco quirked his brows in confusion. However, he did as he was told. He squinted, seeing the shirt hit the rocks near the prison, the water battering the tattered shirt.

“Why did I do that?” he screamed at her in curiosity.

She turned her head so he could slightly see her.

“So they think maybe you died escaping!” she yelled.

Draco smirked, “You're a smart one Granger!” he yelled back.

She laughed, “I know be grateful I was born with brains and not looks!” she screamed.

She never saw Draco frown at her words.

When they were at a distance, Hermione pulled out her wand and said disillusionment charm. She smiled they were now blended into the sky. No one could see them.

The sirens were quieting as they moved away from the prison.

“Were safe now,” Hermione said proudly.

Draco gasped, his voice shook as he pointed.

“Um Granger the Dementors I don’t think they can see us.”

Hermione beamed looking at him.

“That’s the point Malfoy, besides dementors can't see you know that, they feel.”

Her voice reminded him of the swotty know-it-all he knew from school.

Draco shook his head at the dementors heading right at them.

“No! They are coming right at us!”

Hermione turned and gaped the Dementors were heading right for them. They did not know where they were.

“Shit hang on!” Hermione yelled to Draco.

Hermione pulled Buckbeak’s reigns and Buckbeak did a free fall barely missing the Dementors.

They were falling; Draco who was not afraid of flying was a little worried. Buckbeak was having a hard time becoming steady again. They were going to hit the water. He was now scared shitless.

“Pull up!” he screamed.

“I'm trying!” she screamed.

Draco grabbed the reigns with her as they prayed Buckbeak would regain himself. They screamed as they were about to hit the water, closing his eyes Draco prayed as he knew they were going to hit the water.

By some miracle, they did not feel the impact of the fall. They slowly opened their eyes and breathed in a sigh of relief Buckbeak was happily flying through the air.

Draco smiled as Hermione giggled with happiness. He wrapped his arms around her. He laid his head on her back.

With all sincerity he could muster.

Draco whispered, “Thank you Granger.”

"You’re Welcome Malfoy," she said.

She was stunned at his words. He was not the same Malfoy she knew that was for sure.

Buckbeak flew through the air gracefully squawking into the air.

Draco smiled looking around. He was free he could not tear his eyes away from the moon. It glowed in the night sky. The ride was long; however, he did not bloody care. He was for the first time in eight years free.

Hermione smiled when they got to the Forbidden Forest.

Draco's eyes widened looking at where she was taking them.

"Granger what are you insane that's the Forbidden Forest?"

She smiled at his hesistance.

"Trust me."

Buckbeak went down for a landing strutting like a horse until they came to a little cottage. The moonlight was shining on it.

"Granger what's going on?" Draco asked looking at the little cottage.

"It’s my home well my second home no one knows about it,” she said.

She jumped off Buckbeak.

"Can you walk Malfoy?" she asked.

He nodded he hopped off.

The cottage was cozy it was one story and looked like one of those muggle fairy tale cottages.

"This is nice," he said in awe.

"Thank you no one knows about it I bought it privately from Sirius before he---" she looked away never finishing her words.

He nodded he didn‘t need to hear her finish her words.

Hermione went to a bin grabbing a few ferrets she threw it at buckbeak

"Here you go Buckbeak," she said.

Buckbeak caught it chomping on it.

She petted his head swishing his feathers.

"Good boy Goood boy," she playfully said.

Buckbeak happily smiled as he ran to his barn that looked like a huge doghouse.

"So that's Professor Haddy's bird Buttcrack?"

She giggled, "That’s Professor Hagrid and his name is Buckbeak."

"Whatever why is he here?"

"He’s my transportation."

Draco frowned "Why not just use a broom?"

She flushed "Brooms scare me."

He chuckled he shook his head at her statement she was scared of brooms but not a huge chicken.

"Shut it Malfoy," she snapped.

He chuckled again as she walked to her house.

Draco looked at the smoke rising from the chimney he was astounded by her negligence.

"Granger anyone can see the smoke."

She made a face at his words.

"Hello brightest witch of my age remember it's enchanted no one can see it and there is fifty wards on this house so you’re safe come on."

He nodded.

She opened the cottage and he was impressed. It was not as big as Malfoy Manor was but after eight years of a tiny cell, this was a mansion.

Hermione turned on a light ushering him in.

"Welcome to my home."

Draco stepped into the cottage he tried to look calm he did not want her to know he was awestruck by the cottage. The house looked bigger than from the outside.

He smiled he loved magic.

The living room was big. A fire was roaring in the simple stone fireplace. A black coloured couch was the focal point of the lounge. A cream coloured settee was off in the corner. It looked regal compared to the rest of the décor. A few tables were placed here and there.

Draco turned to a table in the corner and balked at a silly looking lamp in the corner.

"What the hell is that?" he said pointing to the offending lamp.

Hermione chuckled, "its novelty lamp Ron bought me as a gag two years ago."

"Granger it's a leg, what the hell kind of movie is it?"

The offensive lamp stood 1016 mm. The lamp had a black stocking covered leg as a base and it had a cream coloured fringe shade. It had to be the ugliest lamp he had ever seen in his life.

"It's called a Christmas story it's one of my favourite holiday movies," she said.

He shook his head in bewilderment "I never heard of it."

She smiled, "well when Christmas comes around the corner we'll watch it together."

He smiled at her Christmas here and not at Azkaban; this had to be a wonderful dream.

He nodded in agreement and continued the look around the cottage.

He smirked at the books lying on the coffee table in front of the settee.

"You have a nice place."

She smiled looking around.

"Thank you, it’s my Haven."

She looked at Draco who was shivering his hands were rubbing his arms trying to keep warm.

"Would you like to take a bath?" she asked.

He nodded he thought a bath would be a wonderful treat.

"Okay come on," She said as she led the way.

The kitchen was simple in a country style. He wondered if she had anything to eat.

She led him to a door "There are clothes in the lavatory I bought some things for you to clean up with okay?"

He nodded, looking around the bathroom.

"Take all the time you need."

she smiled placing her hand on his shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.

She went to walk away but Draco grabbed her arm.

"Granger thank you."

He smiled at her.

She nodded at his smile.

"you’re welcome get yourself cleaned up I'll finish making you something to eat."

He nodded, watching her leave.

'Food real food' he thought as he closed the door.

The shower felt like nothing he ever felt before. In Azkaban, they hardly bathed and being hosed down with freezing water was hardly a bath. This felt like heaven as he rubbed the soap all over his body.

Draco looked down he made a disgusted face at the dirt rinsing off his body. The water was brown he felt dirty gazing at the brown water.

He peeked out of the shower "GRANGER!" he said loudly

"YES?" she yelled from the Kitchen.

"Can I have more soap please?"

She smiled as she stirred the soup, "Sure," she said.

She grabbed a package of soap from the shower closet. Taking a bar out of the package she walked into the bathroom, she walked slowly to the shower her eyes on the floor. Reaching in she closed her eyes trying her best not to get a glimpse of him.

“Here you go,” Hermione said in a shaky voice.

He reached for the soap. For a second their fingers lightly touched sending a spark through both their bodies.

Hermione pulled away trying not to whimper at the loss of his touch.

"Thank you," Draco thanked her.

“You’re welcome," she hoarsely said, she quickly walked back to the food.

Draco watched her go through the foggy shower door placing his head against the wall he inhaled her scent. He could smell her she smelt like Strawberries.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

He wrapped his fingers around himself needing to relieve the tension Granger had caused.

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In the Kitchen

Hermione stirred the soup thinking of Malfoy. She felt sorry for him after all he had been through; she still remembered the day when Draco’s father had gotten the kiss.

It was two years after the war had ended. The Ministry of Magic had rounded up all the Death eaters. They were now in the process of punishing them for their crimes against the wizarding world.

The look on his face while he watched his father’s soul leaving his body would never leave her mind.

Lucius Malfoy was found guilty of all his crimes even though he was under the imperio curse when he had committed his crimes. It still did not save him. His crimes were too unforgivable.

Hermione wanted to cry when she saw the shadow of the once proud Lucius Malfoy standing before all of them waiting to be kissed.

His last words were touching; He apologized to all the victims and their families hoping that his death could bring them some sort of peace.

He then looked at his family, weakly smiling asking them to forgive him. Narcissa had rushed to him kissing him. The guards grabbed her before she could deepen the kiss. Draco walked to his mother holding her in his arms as she cried.

Lucius looked into the eyes of his son and said, “I always loved you no matter what you thought I loved you. I am sorry I failed you.”

Draco cried.

Lucius smiled, “I am so proud that you are my son.”

Draco openly cried finally having the one thing he wanted from his father. His father’s love.

“I love you Dad,” Draco said to his father.

Lucius cried at his son’s words.

“I forgive you Dad,” Draco smiled weakly at his father.

Lucius looked at Naricssa tears flowing down his face, “I love you Cissa take care of our son."

She wept uncontrollably nodding.

When they placed him in the chair, he did not fight.

He had shocked the trio when he turned saying in a hoarse voice, “Thank you for saving us all from Voldermort.”

Everyone gasped at Malfoy using the name.

The trio nodded to him.

He smiled at their kind gesture.

He smiled a look of peace formed upon his face.

Looking at his family he said, “I’m ready.”

He did not look at anyone accept his family. He did not scream as they performed the kiss. Only cries from his family could be heard in the room. Everyone else was silent.

Only a few people attended Lucius’s funeral. Lucius Malfoy was laid to rest next to his parents Abraxas and Draianne Malfoy in the Malfoy family graveyard that was on the estate of Malfoy Manor.

Draco spared no expense he had commissioned a tomb for his father. The tomb had been magically carved of white marble. On the top of the tomb stood an angel that bared a likeness to Draco’s father, it was breathtaking.

Inside of the tomb, there were stained glass windows that let light hit the white marble coffin. On the window was the Malfoy crest with a picture of his parents. Delicate candleholders lined the walls of the tomb the candles cast a lovely glow against the white marble.

They were all lit for the funeral.

Inscribed on the tomb was his fathers name and birth. His mother did not want to put the date of his death just his birth.

Here lies

Lucius Malfoy

June 6, 1954

Beloved Husband, Father and Friend.

He was loved and he will be missed.

There was a space, than more writing the lines that ended his inscription was something his father had said to Draco days before he was kissed. He asked the scribes to inscribe it on his father's tomb. He and his mother thought it was appropriate.

When I am gone, think only this of me I was a good man but a flawed man.

I was blinded by my beliefs even if they were wrong.

These hands took lives but my heart is free.

Know this I love you and your mother. I always have and always will.

I know that it is too late, you must believe me I am a changed man.

Forgive me of my sins.

-Lucius Malfoy

Draco did not believe his father's loving words at the time. However, the day he was kissed he believed his father's words.

Draco stood with his arm around his mother as she cried for her love; His friends and his family what was left of them were there to give their support.

To the shock of everyone, Hermione attended the funeral. The house elves knowing who she was gladly let her onto the estate.

She put a bunch of roses by his tomb with the rest of the flowers. She smiled weakly at Draco and hugged Narcissa who openly cried in her arms.

Hermione looked at her and said, “He’s free He’s at peace Mrs. Malfoy,” She sobbed hugging the girl.

Hermione kept Narcissa in her arms until the funeral was over. After paying her respects, she left them to grieve. Hermione did not see the Malfoy’s again, until last night that is.

Hermione teared remembering the stories people were saying that Narcissa had not kept her promise. When she loss Lucius she gave up, she was now a shell of a woman who lived in Malfoy Manor slowly waiting when she would be with her love again.

To make matters worse only a few months after his father was kissed the Ministry of Magic finally had enough evidence against Malfoy. They charged and convicted him of Dumbledore’s murder. His punishment eight years in Azkaban, the next night he will be kissed.

With the imprisonment of her son, Narcissa had a new mission to help her son. To set him free. However, all her attempts failed. However, she always had hope that they would find the truth and he will be freed.

Hermione shook herself out of the memories that still haunted her. She continued stirring the soup. She looked at the bathroom door. Draco was still in the shower.

She chuckled not believing she had done it. She Hermione Granger Miss Know It all had busted Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban.

She smiled as she slipped the dumplings into the soup.

She remembered when Luna first told her about Draco's fate. About two weeks ago when she and a few friends from the Ministry decided to have a night out since Ron was home. He just back from match against Puddlemere United No one thought he would win since Oliver Wood was the captain. However, to the shock of Quidditch fans the Chudley Cannons won.

They were all drunker than shit when Luna slurred telling them about Malfoy being kissed. They were all in the state of shock at the news.

They had forgotten that his eight years was going to be up in a few weeks.

It was than that Hermione wanted to confront the man and ask him straight out if he did in fact kill Dumbledore. She had thought he would confess his sins and that would be that.

However, when he had told her he was innocent she knew he was telling the truth. She knew she had to help him. He may have been a prick to her in school but he did not deserve to die for something he did not do.

Hermione placed the herbed bread in the oven. She frowned she needed to not think about the past. She smiled turning on the radio as she finished Draco’s dinner.

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Draco stayed in the shower for almost an hour. He used both soaps and almost all her shampoo. He got out and dried himself off.

He sighed looking at himself.

“I have to get myself a new wand,” he said.

He stood in front of the mirror wiping the steam he gasped he hardly recognized himself. He sighed as he un-wrapped the toothbrush Hermione gave him. Brushing his teeth about ten times before he saw it was indeed clean. Draco shaved himself clean. He brushed his now down to his back hair and pulled it back into a low tail.

He frowned at the length of his hair.

"I have to cut it," he said.

He went to the sink and picked up the clothes she had gotten him. He smirked at the jumper she bought him. It was green as his house. He slid it on feeling the wonderful fabric not the itchy cloth of the Azkaban clothes.

He chuckled at the underwear. She had bought him boxers. He could see Granger buying this blushing as she paid for it. However, he placed it on the side she did not know he did not use underwear. He slid the jeans onto his body.

Draco tried his best to clean up the mess before he made his way out the door.

He walked into the kitchen as he heard music fill the air. It was a jazz song.

He recognised the tune; it was a muggle holiday tune.

‘Baby it’s cold outside.’

He smiled remembering his father singing the same song to him when he was little.

It was October he snickered she listened to holiday tunes in October.

He smiled next week it would be Halloween.

'My first holiday I won't be celebrating in Azkaban," he thought.

His nose flared, as he smelled food real food. He walked slowly to her. He smiled as he heard her singing the song.

'She has a beautiful voice' he thought.

He whispered, "Smells good."

She squealed and her hand came to her heart.

He chuckled.

She giggled, "Thank you, let me see you" she looked at him and her mouth dropped. He looked wonderful. "You look great Malfoy.”

He smiled, “I look and smell clean now.”

She chuckled.

“So what are you making?” he said as he hovered over her like a child.

"Well chicken noodle soup with dumplings. Got some fresh made herbed bread, with either butterbeer or pumpkin juice your choice"

"I’ll have both please."

She nodded.

"And for dessert I have strawberry cheesecake."

He moaned in delight "Bloody hell this is heaven."

She smiled at his words.

She hit him with her towel " Go and sit I'll pour you a big bowl."

He sat down quickly.

Hermione poured three big scoops into a huge bowl making sure she got many dumplings in the soup. She placed it in front of him with a small cutting board with pieces of cut herbed bread.

He looked at her smiling picking up his spoon he took a big gulp and moaned, "This is bloody brilliant."

She smiled placing her head on her hand leaning on the table. "I'm happy you like it Malfoy"

Draco looked at her smiling round his spoon, “Where did you learn to cook Granger?”

She smiled, “Molly Weasley.”

He smiled, “How is she,” he asked taking a huge slurp.

Hermione quickly stood and looked out the window.

Draco knew something was wrong "Granger?"

Hermione sighed, “Molly is sick.”

Draco gasped, “What?” the look on his face said it all.

She shook her head "Not like that like dying or anything but after Fred died in the final battle she sort well went---"

Draco looked at her taking another spoonful "Woony" he said around his spoon.

She looked at him confused "What?"

"Loony sorry eating"

She smiled "Yeah I mean not like your Aunt Bella crazy but she sort of shuts out the world."

He nodded, "Aunt Bella now there was a nutter."

Hermione smiled nodding.

"Arthur he gave me all her cookbooks and recipes saying that since Ginny doesn't like to cook I should take it since I do so I was honoured to have them."

He decided to change the subject.

"So Halloween is next week, got any plans?"

She smiled, "I usually go to Ron and Lavender's Halloween party. It's a big deal with all of us."

He smiled, "What are going as?"

"I do not know. I still have not gotten my costume."

"Well you better get cracking," he said around his fork.

Hermione stood she had to take a shower.

"I’m going to take shower if you need me just knock okay?"

He nodded.

"I’ll be back in a short while."

Hermione stayed in the shower for a long while.

Draco had finished two bowls and she still was not finished. He decided to go exploring the cottage.

He opened one door it was a small Library, "Typical Granger," he shook his head.

He opened another door he stepped inside to look at the room. There was a bed in the middle of the room, giving it a subtle emphasis. The bedroom followed the decor of the bed dark colours a lot of luxurious fabrics.

He mused, "Must be the room I will be staying in."

He saw another room down the hall walking he opened it and smiled. This was absolutely her room. It was neutral colours but girly.

He noticed that unlike most girls there was no pink visible.

There were many pillows on the bed. Her bedspread was the colour of Gryffindor house he looked at it annoyed by the colour palette, a little over the top unless viewed in low light or candlelight.

There were indeed candles all over the room, votives, candelabras and a few taper candles. He could tell she loved candles since they are were candle drippings on her nightstands.

Draco walked to her nightstand to look at the pictures. Most of them were wizard pictures that moved.

The first picture he saw was of course of the golden trio when they were first years.

His heart full of jealously as he looked at the laughing trio.

He smiled at Granger's once bushy hair and smiled remembering the feel of it. Her hair was soft and silky it.

The second he concluded was the recent picture of the trio. He could see it was Egypt. They were in front of the Pyramid of Giza. Smiling happily like idiots.

He looked around more pictures there was pictures of Hermione in places all around the world. America, Europe even some of her in Africa. He was impressed she travelled the world.

Draco flushed at seeing a picture of Hermione at the beach in a red bikini splashing water on Percy Weasley. He sensed familiarity as he picked her up wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Did she date him?" he whispered.

His thoughts were answered at seeing a picture of the two kissing. From what he could tell it was from the same day at the beach. They were lying in the sand kissing passionately as a wave doused them with water.

He frowned at the picture it was taken 9 years ago.

"Are they still together?" he thought out loud.

He shook himself out of his musing. She could not still be with him. The pictures of them were not on the dresser it was on the wall far away. If she was dating him it would be on her dresser he thought.

The one picture that made him laugh was a picture of Hermione making a snow angel with Ginny Weasley and Lavender brown who were both very pregnant. They were in the snow laughing flapping their arms.

When he turned to look at more pictures he looked in shock, he saw pictures of his old friends with her as well. There was a picture of Hermione with Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. Vincent actually kissing her head as they smiled at the camera.

Another picture made him gasp. There was a moving picture of her and Pansy Parkinson at a wedding. They are laughing and doing a dance where they were twisting.

The picture that made him smile with a bit of envy was a picture of Hermione as a baby in a family portrait with her mom and dad. His eyes glistened they may have been muggles however, they loved her. Moreover, they were not afraid to show it.

Draco pushed his body away from the wall and walked to the last room when he opened it there he stood in awe. It was an artist studio. There was a beautiful easel and paints. The brushes and palette had some paint smeared on it. The smell of paint filled the air.

‘She must have been painting a few hours ago’ he thought.

The paintings that hung on the walls were stunning. There were pictures of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron and her. There were a few Landscapes. However, the most beautiful yet painful ones were the paintings labelled war and loss.

The war painting was a painting of both sides of the war on broomsticks in battle. The wands they held sputtering magic. It was beautiful although very scary to look at.

Nevertheless, the other made him want to cry. It was a painting of all the people loss in the war. It was stunning. However, difficult to look at. She captured them perfectly. He ghostly ran his fingers over the faces of people. There were Dumbledore, Black, Lupin and of course Severus. He sniffed as tears fell.

“So much we lost. I miss you Godfather.”

Draco was about to exit the room when he saw an edge of a frame behind the dresser. His interest peaked he walked to it. He pulled it out it shocked him. It was a painting of him. It was a painting of him in seventh year.

He remembered that night he was tired so he lay on the head common room couch and took a nap. He could not believe she painted it. He could not believe she had seen him and remembered it.

"What are you doing?" a voice boomed.

Draco jumped turning to see a very upset Hermione. Her eyes blazed with her wet hair in a loose bun.

"Um --- I was just looking around."

She glared at him.

"You have no right to be in this room Malfoy."

He winced at her angry tone.

"I'm sorry I just was looking around.

She flushed at him seeing the painting of him. She grabbed the painting putting it back behind the dresser.

She turned glaring “Get out this room Malfoy."

"Yes okay I'm sorry," he said.

He walked out of the room she closed the door.

"Never go in that room again," she snapped.

He nodded.

"Your bed is over there Malfoy I hope you like it."

"I know I will I'm sorry Granger."

She nodded walking into her bedroom. Draco leaned his head against the wall feeling stupid. Her door slammed.

Sighing he shook his head, “Great Malfoy only a few hours and she’s already pissed at you.”

He shook his head walking into his room closing it. Hoping that he could get some sleep.

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Draco had dosed off to sleep for a few hours when he woke up in a panic. Sweat dripped down his face at first he was unsure where he was. Until he smelled the air. It was not a sickening smell in the air. It was the smell of flowers. He beamed It was not a dream, she had really done it, she had helped him out of Azkaban.

He laid back down loving the feel of the softness of the bed. It was wonderful light years beyond the lumpy cot. He had while he was in Azkaban.

However, his comfort was not complete he was still hungry. He smiled he remembered he did not have a piece of Granger's cheesecake. He slid out of bed putting his robe on.

Walking to the kitchen, he took out the cake. Slicing it smiling as he placed it on a plate. He sat down taking a fork from the drawer and took a forkful of the creamy cake enjoying the feel of the dessert against his tongue.

He moaned, "Now this is heaven," he said with his mouth full.

However, his bliss was interrupted when Hermione walked into the kitchen not seeing him she yawned. She was wearing a maroon robe trying to blink away her sleepiness. Walking to the counter she pressed a machine that when pressed spilled a dark liquid he knew had to be coffee.

'Coffee at four forty nine in the morning,' he thought.

She turned and screamed at seeing him. He screamed back. Hermione jumped a bit dropping her cup with her hands shaking in front of her face. Draco jumped screaming as well. When she realized who it was, she calmed.

"Shut up!" she yelled he stopped.

"Why are you yelling?" he asked

She made annoyed face, "Gee well I come into my bloody Kitchen to find a man sitting in my kitchen what do you expect for me to do a jig dance."

"Oh right."

She smirked at him, "Why did you scream?"

He flushed at her question, "I was taken aback alright I never expected you to bloody shrill like a banshee."

She glared, "I did not shrill."

He quirked his brow.

She huffed, "Shut up," checking him making him, laugh.

Hermione took out her wand and said the repario spell. The cup repaired itself. Hermione put it in the sink. The sponge and soap magically cleaned it for her. She got another cup and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Hermione sat down on the table.

"So Granger why are drinking coffee at four fifty in the am?” he asked.

She smiled blowing her coffee to cool it down, "I have to floo at six for the ministry."

He was stunned, "Are bloody joking," he could not remember the last time he was up that early on purpose.

She shook her head; "No it's my job I have to set up everything before we start the day."

He nodded.

He frowned, "What am I going to do all day?" he asked confused.

"I have movies you can watch DVDs I have a lot of DVDS."

He was confused, “What the bloody hell is DVDs?”

She giggled, "It’s a disc that has movies on it. It’s a muggle form of entertainment.”

He nodded still not understanding what in the world DVDs were.

“I'll show you how to use the DVD player before I go. But when I get back were going to get started I'll bring back some of my files of imprisoned or still wanted deatheaters so we can go over who may have framed you.”

He agreed with a nod.

After her coffee, she made him a big breakfast. She felt very sorry for him as he gobbled down his food almost inhaling it. She knew he must have been starving.

Hermione showed him how to work the TV. He had no clue how to turn a TV on. After he got it, she showed him how to work the DVD player. It took her three times explaining before he got it.

At 5:59 am, she smiled grabbing her bag. She looked at Draco who was sitting on the couch, “I’ll be back around seven and we can get to work.”

He nodded, “What if someone uses your floo to get in?”

She smiled, “They can‘t no one knows this place and I halted all incoming floos.”

He sighed he was relieved.

She grabbed a bunch of floo powder.

“The Ministry of Magic,” she yelled.

She disappeared in a green puff of smoke.

Draco sighed looking around wondering what he would do.

“I’m Bored, “he said in a whining voice, “This is going to be a long day.”

Tbc...

INFO: Tombstone inscription by me. There is no record of Draco's Grandmother's name so I made it up.

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